I’ve mentioned our little bike ride into the jungle in my last two posts, but as with all stories it doesn’t stop there. As we were riding home we came to the top of a cobblestone hill at the edge of town where a couple of young sunburned “kids” were coming out of a very nice rental house drinking beers. I ride by and say to the young man “I’ve heard they’re giving away free beer here.” He says “I wish.” This is when the salty old sea captain Darrin rounds the corner and starts into his canned sales pitch selling his sailboat tour. I ask him how much does it cost. Well, normally it cost $95, but for you, today I’ll give you the special friend’s price of $65 per person. I tell him we’re on a tight budget and don’t have that kind of cash. He immediately pulls out a ragged old brochure out of his back pocket that looks older than he does and tells me to e-mail him if we’re interested. I ask if he’s willing to make a trade. I tell him I have a spare fishing pole. He says it depends, but he’ll drop by to check it out the night before the departure. I tell him I can ask around to see if we can round up a few more folks to help differ the cost. He says “that’ll work.”
Darrin, a self described rich kid who wasted his inheritance and youth on wine, woman and drugs. Not in that order or limited to those categories… A man with a weathered and wrinkled face beyond his years from working on boats and smoking 3 packs a day. Darrin is a character for sure. A salty old dog I affectionately like to call characters like Darrin. He has many good stories to tell and has led an “interesting” life. A man who is staring at 60 with regrets of how his wealth and health could have been better well spent. A man with some troubles for sure, but considering the life he’s led he’s doing pretty well. Olivia Newton John’s husband who mysteriously disappeared was recently found working for Darrin on his sailboat, but to me it only adds credence to this international man of mystery.
Well, it’s Super Bowl Sunday and we’re invited to go to our next door neighbor’s party. They have a big 50″ LCD TV setup outside of their 5th wheel. They have beer, buffalo wings and snacks, so were psyched. Just like any good salesman Darrin shows up just as we were about to head over to the party. He takes one quick look at the fishing pole I have for trade and he say’s “yeah, yeah, that’ll do”. He tells me he can work “his magic” on some folks who are already liquored up. He convinces our neighbors Jack and Julie and one of their friends Kristin to join us.
Later that night someone steals my bike seat, and tries to steal Jen’s, but hers has an anti theft wire attached to the frame. The thieves gets away with my seat, our helmets and a spare set of pedals I was about to install for the next morning’s ride. The funny thing is that I heard someone outside, so I poked my head out the side window just to catch a glimpse of someone running away. There was no way in hell I’m going to chase someone down a dark street in my bare feet and underwear.
At a morning gathering of neighbors listening to one neighbor give a description of the thief she came face to face with when she peered out her window says he was a good looking kid about 20-23 years old with big curls in his dark brown shoulder length hair.
Our next door neighbors, the “rich kids” in their mid 30’s and living on daddy’s money immediately blurt out “That sounds like Darrin’s deckhand.” I bet you he was casing the place when he was here last night and sent over his deckhand to rob us. I talked to some of my friends around here and they say he’s a thief.”
First of all nothing of theirs was stolen, secondly the description our other neighbor gave looks like 95% of the young kids in this town. In a town this size rumors fly around faster and more often than the local birds. To accuse someone of theft IMHO is a very serious accusation and shouldn’t be said without proof beyond a reasonable doubt. They have none, zero, zilch, but are still willing to slander someone’s reputation over hearsay that doesn’t even remotely sound like the person in question. What’s even more bizarre is that Darrin gave them an all day sailboat trip for $10 per person with drinks and food and we all had a great time. We saw lots of humpback whales spitting distance away, blue footed boobies, and we went snorkeling through a cave to hidden white sand beach on a deserted island. The deckhand in question served them drinks, cleared away their mess and came back with more drinks when their glass was low without asking. What makes a person who was so generous to them turn around and call this guy a “Fucking scumbag and thief” without so much as a lick of proof. Kids nowadays have no respect.
In the middle of this morning’s gathering of RV park neighbors to hear what happened Julie starts yelling at me in a such a high pitch screech that all the dogs in the park start to howl. “You invited him into our house, you invited him into my home!” I did no such thing. He came over and asked a few of your friends if they would like to go on an all day sailboat trip and those who went, they all had a great time.
Julie is a middle aged hypochondriac who needs to be the center of attention at all times. She always is fake coughing and complaining about some mysterious illness that’s going around. She seems to always be under the weather until it’s time to go out and then she all dolled up and ready to rock and roll. She seems like she is desperately holding on to her youthful good looks, but those days have long since past and maybe that’s why she is so smolderingly bitter.
Jack is a rich kid who grew up in La Jolla, CA. He’s got a bigger attitude than he jacked up monster truck. He’s been a bartender for the last two years running his father’s sports bar he’s run for the past 17 years into the ground. They just closed it and are looking for the next town to setup shop. Like any good bartender he has a quick smile and joke, but when he’s not serving you drinks you’re a nobody.
What bothers me most about these two is not that they’re rich, or that they didn’t earn their own money, but they’re spoiled brats. They play their music loud even when other neighbors have complained. It’s midnight and these two have been drinking and entertaining some old friends who look like they’re from the deep south with yellow teeth and red skin. The neighbor has a reasonable complaint, but I’ve heard him say in response “What’s their problem?” They just told you to turn it down or at least close your door, but oblivious you party on. Let’s just say they annoy me.
My next post will be much brighter I promise. I just get so pissed off at these “damn kids” now days, especially when their slanderous rumors are so unjustified and wrong, but what’s great about our little house on wheels is that we just move. OMG, I just realized that I sound exactly like my grandfather.